A Match For Brother
Halal Dating
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"I'm going first, right?" Vania grabbed her bag and cell phone at the table, after having breakfast together that morning. He returned to his daily routine three weeks ago.
"Yes." Yeah." Arya got up and grabbed a cane to help her walk.
"Food is complete, everything is ready at the table, so my brother is easy to eat."
"Yes." Yeah."
"If there's anything on my phone, but I'll have lunch. The therapist's brother is coming today right?" vania.
"Yes, but don't go home if you're busy. Brother can."
"Really?"
"Yes." replied Arya again.
"Ish, .. yes yes yes." murmured Vania, who flashed a smile on both corners of her husband's lips.
"Be careful at home?"
"You always say it every day." the man spelled out his steps still limping. But it was better than his limited movement on a wheelchair as before. The effects of therapy for weeks seemed to work well on him.
"Indeed." Vania smile.
"Be careful with the bike, don't speed."
"Yes, you say that every day?"
"Let's not forget. Sometimes you worry about remembering the way you ride a motorcycle." Arya chuckles.
"No, not."
"Yes, no."
"OK, I'm leaving." she hugged her husband's body tightly, then kissed the corner of her lips feelingly.
"Mm ..." Arya pulls him when Vania breaks away and instantly gives him a kiss.
"Abang ih, .. later lipcream I fade." Vania grumbled as she rubbed her wet lips. Arya just laughed.
"If it wears off again" replied the man.
"Later out."
"By buying again."
"Honey the money."
"Basic stingy."
"Save brother."
"Hmmm .." he will not argue anymore, because it is certain that he will not win the debate. Vania will obviously be more domineering, and she is experienced with that.
"Yes already." Vania was wearing her jacket originally. "I'm gone." he said again while wearing a helmet.
"Eh, .. wait." Arya pulled her arm so she came back.
"What else?"
"This." the man pulled his shirt up to the very top. Same with the jacket he put together.
"Then closed brother. I'm claustrophobic." protested the wife, who tried to unzip her jacket and shirt buttons.
"At least don't shirt, Van." Arya held her hand.
"Why indeed?" he's whining.
"You didn't have a glass?" the man asked.
"No. I'm in a hurry, because my brother bullies me so bad." he reminded me when the man pulled him into bed after cleaning himself, and even fucked him up to his confusion.
Arya was back laughing.
"Don't you laugh? fortunately, I don't work in people's faces. Otherwise, I've got sp because every day is late." Vania grumbling. And it is in fact like that. Almost every morning when he came out of the bathroom, and the man was ready after he took care of it, the activity was always happening and repeating since these last weeks.
"Can that be part of the courtship?" Arya with her crisp laugh. "Halal courtship" he said again, as he put the shirt attached to his wife's body, he was afraid that the woman would feel ashamed later.
"Abang yes. Don't put it up again!" protest again.
"Later you'll be embarrassed if it's not installed."
"Why should you be ashamed?"
"His neck is red." Arya returned to smile.
"Huh? a timing?"
"Hm ..."
Vania reached into the phone in her bag, then turned it on to see her appearance.
"Yetoooo!!" he shouted, and he rubbed the skin of his neck which contained red patches of leftover fondling moments before.
"Eat him shut down." Arya laughing.
"Abang ih, ... instead made gini?"
Arya kept laughing until the woman came out of the house.
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"Your situation is pretty good. But to make sure, you can check again to the hospital. Let's be sure." the therapist who was also his acquaintance ended the therapy session that day.
"Thank God." Arya was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
"But still, it is not permissible to carry out heavy-duty activities." the man warned.
"I never did any strenuous activity. You know, I've been home for two months."
"I know, I don't mean that kind of strenuous activity." the therapist chuckled.
"Then what?" Arya frowned.
He breathed his breath in the air.
"Come to you, the important thing is not to do any strenuous activities." the man stood up, then grabbed his bag.
"I'm leaving, .. It's hard to talk to a recently married ex-jomblo" he muttered, leaving Arya with her forehead furrowing deeper.
"What does that mean?" he wondered, then turned his head towards his flaming phone. There was a call from Vania's number.
"Yes?"
"Therapies?" ask the wife from across the street.
"Here, just now."
"Oh, .. Did you eat?"
"Yet. Maybe in a minute."
"OK then. But I can't go home in the afternoon. There's an impromptu order for later in the afternoon. It's as if Malem's coming home."
"Yes, it's okay. No need to rush."
"Yes already. I'm back at work, aren't I?"
"Yes." then the call was terminated.
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The king appeared carrying several scrolls of paper in his hand. Then leave it to the man, who is a sketch of the design Arya asked him to work on.
"Anybody sure you want to do this?" the young man thrust out the thing he was carrying.
"Related."
"Can you?" King assured.
"Can, that's why I asked."
"Don't it be maxain if it hasn't healed properly, it will even get worse? about salary, .. Papa has given instructions to financial people if you will be paid full salary during recovery. And get compensated too."
"It's not about salary. I'm just bored because there's no activity at home." Arya answered.
"Disturb Vania cake, tuh can also be an activity." King chuckles.
"You are that ...
"By the way, where's Vania?" The king scanned the room, because from the moment he entered the house, he had not seen the woman who had now become the wife of the man in front of him.
"In the tavern."
"Work again?"
"Is he, moreover? that's not his job."
"Oh yes, forgot. He's the owner."
"That's how."
The conversation halted when the horn of the King's car rang.
"Are you not alone?" Arya asked, and she turned her gaze out.
"Ee .. it .. ng .. ng."
"Who are you coming with?"
"Temen." replied Arya, briefly.
"Friends? why not come down?"
"No, I'm in a hurry to leave too." The king got up from the couch.
"Where?"
"There's a show."
"What way?" Arya suddenly wanted to know.
"Ah, .. brother kepo. Same as papa." said the King, then say goodbye.
And the man followed the King with his eyes. Who walked hurriedly towards the car parked in the yard of the house.
"Prophey why the hell?" The king sounded grumbling.
"old father. Later we'll be late." then a female voice came from inside the car.
"No will. I'm speeding."
"It's going to be the weekend sir, Bandung must be stuck."
"We're through the toll."
"Faraway from her mother."
"It's important not to get stuck!" The king got into his car, and they left.
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"Kok opened?" Vania, who had changed her clothes after cleaning herself, approached her husband on the bed, opening the veil in his hand.
"Just check."
"It's healed?"
"Hopefully."
"It hurts?" Vania helped her release a roll of a bandage wrapped around her wrist to the bottom of her elbow.
"No pain."
"Hmmm ..." Vania touched it carefully when the verb had been completely removed.
"What do you want?" Arya pulled her arm.
"Just hold the door." Vania answered.
"No want! you are often irresponsible!" get that guy.
"What responsibility?"
"You like to go after holding on." said Arya.
Then the two fell silent, as usual the absurd conversation began their sleep event.
"I want to hold my hand, but what do I think of the others?" Vania scratched her un-itchy head.
Arya glances.
"What?" ask her.
"Mm .. because my brother's mind got dirty. He wants to think it's just." Vania said, and the shadow of several events since they were married and living in the house flashed across her head.
A smile almost rose at the corner of Arya's lips.
"Who are you."
"What? brother started."
"You want to."
"I was just following." the woman's eyes twitched in an indeterminate direction, sometimes looking at her husband's face, then turned in another direction, and so on.
"Tomorrow any more orders?" Arya switched the conversation.
"There was. Until a week ahead." Vania nodded.
"Any night again?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"All right, ..." Arya glanced at the wall clock, and the time had already arrived late at night.
"Will you sleep now?" the woman asked as her husband put his head on the pillow.
"Yes sleep. What else do you want?" Arya pulled the blanket.
"Yes yes, .. tomorrow I also have to go at dawn." Vania did the same.
"Why?"
"Shop ingredients."
"alone?"
"Yes. So I'm gonna take your car, okay? there are a lot of shopping. If the motor tray will not fit, while my car at home mom. If you take it there long ago."
"Just use it."
"okay." Arya turned off the sleeping lights nearby.
The atmosphere felt silent for a moment. The two stared at the dimly lit ceiling of the room, which was only shone from the outside lights by the window.
"Did you?"
"Hum?"
"She wants to sleep?"
"It will."
"But not yet?"
"You keep talking, yeah brother can't sleep yet."
"Oh, ....
And they were silent again for a few minutes.
"Did you?" Vania tilted her body towards Arya.
"Yes?"
"Not slept yet?" he chuckles.
"Ck! you keep talking."
"I .. want to date."
"Hum?" Arya squeaks.
"Halal courtship?" the woman laughed.
"Eh but it's late. Going to bed, afraid of tomorrow's bad luck." Vania slid down near her husband, then poked her head against the man's chest with the hand she wrapped around his waist.
"Bobo bang." he whispered, but his forehead crept slightly when he felt a loud thump in the man's chest.
"Devents?" Vania touches her husband's left chest slowly. It felt like the thing inside was racing.
"Yes, because of you." Arya in a low voice.
"I am too."
"We are always like this."
"Hu'um, ...
"But ...
"We can't do anything, ..." Vania looked up, looking at the face of the man who was also looking at her. "Most courtship doang .." he continued.
"Halal courtship." Then they both laughed.
"You?"
"What?"
"Halal courtship?"
"How's it going?"
"You too, but it'll probably be like before."
"What?"
"We stopped in the middle of the road. Brother still ...
Vania unexpectedly snuggles closer to him, then pulls the man's neck to reach for his bibirmya, and he kisses as much as he can.
"It seems like it's okay if we date it stop-stop continues." Vania pauses her fondness.
"You're all right. The tormented brother." replied Arya, then chuckled.
"Times?"
"Huum. You have to hold it all night, and you don't know what it's like."
"What's it like to hurt?" Vania asked.
"No. It's just. .. a little bad down here." Arya directed her gaze to her private area.
"Times?"
"Hm...
"If we get a kayak?" Vania is closing her body to Arya.
"Yes, ....
Then he lifted one of his legs to the man's thigh, and slowly got up. Vania cupped her husband's body, so that the man was now under her.
"If gini?" he scanned the expressiveness emanating from that face.
Arya was stunned, and she stared back at the female face on it. Debaran in the hearts of both are now more and more crazy, with thoughts that begin to blur together.
The breath of both of them blew hard, and in the next second Arya pressed the nape of Vania so that their lips met again, then continued the fondling that had stopped.
Is it going to happen now?
What can?
The man's mind was monologuing, along with an increasingly unreasonable heartbeat.
Thumped
throbbed
And they also allow themselves to be equally swept away in the increasingly exciting cycle of passion. Makes the atmosphere instantly heat up by itself.
Arya slowly got up, slightly pushing Vania to get up as well, but without letting go of the connection of the lips of the two of them, whose absorption was getting deeper, more and more intoxicating. They had even removed their clothes until only Pak*ian dal*m was left.
The man's touch now turned to the challenging mound before his eyes, which hung beautifully and ran like fruit ready to be picked. Which he wants to enjoy.
Ah, heart .. I can't hold it anymore.
Arya played with that thing feelingly. Sowing it gently was like fear of destroying it if he did it a little hard. But it makes women on his lap wriggling uncharacteristically.
Vania again felt beautiful gallions all over her body, when Arya touched her like that.
"Did you?" he clasped their foreheads together with his eyes closed and roaring breaths. Enjoying the warm touch of her husband that always makes her want it.
Yeah, he really, really wanted it.
Next to Arya's hand pressed against her back so that they clung more, while the other hand crept down her waist, then found bok*ng teasing her. A thin cloth was still wrapped around there, with the rope tied to either side.
Arya looked up, then looked over to check.
Vania wears magenta-colored mini-pants with ribbon knotted straps on the sides of her hips. He tried to pull the end of the ribbon to release the winding. And regardless of the last cloth covering ar*a private*dinya. Along with the man's heart that felt exploded.
Arya looked up to look back at Vania's face in dimness.
It looks like the woman is smiling shy/shy but looks seductive.
"Let's not easy brother." Vania whispers. "Easy right?" he said again with blushing cheeks. She was embarrassed, but could think of nothing else but teasing her husband.
"You're naughty!" Arya whispered back, then chuckled again to disguise the great thump in the chest. But a moment later they came back and touched each other.
Arya hastily raised Vania's hip, thus making theirs almost touch each other. Then he looked up again.
"Can you?" ask her.
"What-what?"
"If you are in control?"
"I-I .. don't know." Vania suddenly felt nervous. Obviously he felt something down there was ready, and he understood.
"Then shall we find out?" Arya half growled, and she was already impatient. The combat equipment is very ready down there.
"Nw ...
The man slowly pressed Vania's hips so that hers slid in little by little.
"Did you?" the woman groaned as she felt something trying to break through her core slowly, making Arya stop her experiment for a moment. Then he looked at her.
Vania's face flushed with an unusual expression. Plus his little forehead was looking.
Arya again pressed the woman's hip until her combat tool had entered in half. The man felt like he was bumping into something inside there, which made him continue to suppress Vania as his instincts started to work.
"Ah, .. Brother. It hurts!" Vania whimpered again, with her breaths wheezing. He felt something forced him to open up, but it was difficult. And what happens is that he even survives and tries to resist when the pain and pain almost come together.
Arya stopped again, and she looked back at the look on Vania's face that was getting painful. Which finally made the man feel unbearable. Saw him grimacing, and heard him whimpering.
Aya lifted Vania's hip, then released the almost perfect link. And put it in his lap.
"Did you?" Vania was stunned to find her husband breaking away, even as the struggle was just about to take place.
"Maybe up here first?" Arya.
"Cock?" Vania is still trying to calm herself down.
"Will we go on again?" the man continued, then took Vania down from his lap. Pushed him until he lay down, and the same thing he did. Then pull out a blanket to cover the bodies of the two of them.
Vania was still trying to concentrate her consciousness when Arya hugged her under the blanket.
"Sleep, aren't you doing a lot of work tomorrow?"
"But brother ...
"Sleep." whispered Arya, who then scratched the face on the nape of his wife.
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